Theres something about you that everytime I leave you I'm happier than ever to return to you.
You may not be the prettiest in the world and sometimes you're just damn right evil and cruel.
You've destroyed the strongest of men and made Kings of fools.
But you're mine and I love you and you'll always be a part of my heart.
For every time you seem bleak and unfriendly you reveal a part of you that yields so many riches.
The tramp that sleeps under the bright lights of the theatre stage door is now walking tall in Mayfair. She isn't a hero but shes stronger becuase of you. You killed my father and many times over killed me and yet given the both of us life.
So many hopes and dreams are made and broken by you. So many of mine being those.
You make every man equal and thats why I love you. Tonight I feel like I'm Queen and you are mine to rule. With your flashing neon 24 hour lights and dirty streets you make a grown woman weep.
Ah sweet filthy London I wish everyone could love you like I do.
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